Monday, February 4, 2013

Music Lyrics Monday: Like a Star.

Like a StarJust like a star across my skyJust like an angel off the page You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same
Just like a song in my heart
Just like oil on my hands
Honor to love you

Still I wonder why it isI don't argue like this With anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

You've got this look I can't describe
You make me feel like I'm alive
When everything else is au fait,
Without a doubt you're on my side
Heaven has been away too long
Can't find the words to write this song
Oh...
Your love

Still I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
With anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

Now I have come to understandThe way it is It's not a secret anymore'cause we've been through that before From tonight I know that you're the only one
I've been confused and in the dark
Now I understand

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but youI wonder why it is I wont let my guard down
For anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

Just like a star across my sky
Just like an angel off the page
You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same
Just like a song in my heart
Just like oil on my hands

Corinne Bailey Rae

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I love this song. I love her voice. The serenity of it, the restraint of it, the everything of it.

I am not a big arguer. I don't spend lots of time being mad and I rarely, if ever, hold grudges. Mostly because I can't usually remember the details and it gets to be too much work. . .but that's not my point. My point is that when I do get into the rare argument, it's usually some fleeting spat with my husband. As a matter of fact, I can't remember when it was anyone else.

The good news is that we don't fight dirty. And that neither of us lets anything go beyond fifteen minutes or so. So we fuss. Someone walks off muttering. And then, like less than half an hour later, somebody is coming back into the room to tell the other one a joke or calling out for them to come and see a commercial on television.

I love that about us.

I think the reason I'm even willing to argue with Harry is because of those things. We've made this decision to--at the core of everything--respect one another. Listen to what the other has to say. Talk it out. And then, most times, hug it out.

Let me be clear--we don't have much to argue over. We get each other and enjoy one another. So mostly we are pretty boringly harmonious. But when it's time to get a little passionate in a household debate, that's cool, too.

Wait. Why am I only focusing on that part?

The thing is: Harry has been just like a star across my sky. Or an angel off the page. Because those were things that I thought--and I mean really and truly thought--I'd be as likely to see as a wonderful life's partner just for me. A good guy that didn't require some disclaimer every time I told another person about him and our love. One who loves his mama, has best friends and old friends, who is confident, and who knows all of the words to Rapper's Delight. And. And, and, and! One who would step out into traffic for me.

4 comments:

Life is just too short for fussing and fighting, my friend...The Beatles said that. My husband and I rarely argue any more. I think we know it's not worth it. But everyone who lives with someone is going to find themselves occasionally in a situation where you don't agree. Sometimes passionately! And that's okay as long as sweet words are used to work it out.

I have to agree, I can never remember why I am mad at my husband. So I never stay mad longer than a few moments. This is part blessing and part irritating...LOL! But I know its for our good. ~Millicent

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